She Split Her Love, I Clipped Their Wings

After the phone call, I lay awake all night, tossing and turning as memories of my time with Megan Mills kept running through my mind.

That morning, I headed to the wedding venue to call off the wedding, unaware that word had already spread about how she'd given up her first time to repay someone's kindness.

Just as I walked up, a few mocking voices rang out.

"Mr. Weston, you got played, and you still showed up for the wedding celebration? Well, don't you have a big heart?"

"So the rumors online were true! You really are just Ms. Mills' pathetic lapdog!"

They all gathered around, cackling with laughter, loving every second of my misery.

I took a deep breath, about to tell them the wedding was off, when Megan appeared in the doorway of the banquet hall.

She trotted over to me, looking positively radiant. The telltale red marks on her skin were so glaring they practically hurt my eyes. "Jeez, Samuel, everyone's here to congratulate us, so why the long face?"

Seeing my grim expression, Megan playfully punched me in the chest and whined, "Mr. Brewer even cleared his whole schedule just to give a speech at our wedding! That's a pretty big favor, don't you think?"

I gave Megan a cold look. "Oh, really? Then should I thank him for that? Maybe ask how exhausting his night was while I'm at it?"

That was enough to silence the entire room. A look of guilt crossed her face, but she quickly frowned and snapped impatiently, "Samuel! What the heck is your problem? Haven't I already explained everything to you?"

"Come on, Mr. Weston. We're all adults here. Why not be a little more understanding?"

Gordon Brewer came over to stand beside Megan. He patted me on the shoulder. "Besides, I've even tried her out for you. And let me tell you, she was amazing! It was just this once. From now on, she's all yours. Heck, I should be the one envying you!"

Gordon flashed a suggestive grin. Megan's face flushed crimson, and she shot him a misty-eyed glare. Laughter rippled through the crowd.

Brent Eldridge, my childhood best friend and personal assistant, had come with me to call off the wedding. Watching those two make eyes at each other, he finally reached his breaking point.

He threw a glass onto the floor and stepped forward.

He stared Megan down, his teeth clenched in fury. "Megan Mills, how vile can you be? You call that repaying a debt of gratitude? If it weren't for Sam, you'd still be rummaging through trash at the orphanage!

"Honestly, calling you a wench would be a compliment. Without the Weston family's resources, you think Gordon would've spared you a single glance? Everything you have, you owe to Sam!"

Megan's and Gordon's faces turned unpleasant in an instant.

Brent turned to me. "Sam, let's go. The wedding's already off anyway. Just looking at a woman like her makes me feel like I need to wash my eyes out! She doesn't deserve to marry into the Weston family!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two different reactions erupted around the venue. One was Megan's, who asked, "What do you mean the wedding's off? Samuel Weston, you owe me an explanation!"

The other came from the guests, who buzzed with disbelief.

"What? The Weston family? As in that powerful family that's been going strong on our continent for a millennium? Could Samuel really be a member of that family?"

At that moment, everyone stared at me in shock. Some were even visibly trembling. "That can't be right, can it? Megan comes from nothing. The Westons have always insisted on marrying within their own class. There's no way they'd bring home some two-bit actress!"

My breath caught, and an indescribable bitterness welled up in my chest.

I first met Megan when my parents took me along to visit an orphanage.

Back then, she loved nothing more than following me around like my little shadow, sweetly calling my name as she trailed behind me.

She told me that when she grew up, I'd be the only man she'd ever marry, the only person she'd ever love. Just to marry her, I turned against my own family and gave up my position as the Weston family's heir.

And yet, in the end, she betrayed me in front of everyone. "Sam, what do you mean, the wedding's off? Are you leaving me?"

Megan grabbed my hand, visibly worked up. The moment I caught Gordon's scent on her, I snapped back to my senses and pulled away.

Megan was used to being spoiled by me, so she instantly flew into a rage out of humiliation. "Samuel, if I didn't love you, you think I'd have ever agreed to repay a debt with my first time just to satisfy your sick fetish?

"You're the one who asked me to give everything up for you! I did what you wanted, and this is what you do?"

Megan's frantic accusations sent shockwaves through the crowd, and the whole place instantly burst into an uproar.

Gordon immediately stepped forward. He put an arm around Megan's shoulders, then looked straight at me with a smug, taunting grin. "Mr. Weston, Meg only did it to fulfill your wish. How can you stand there and let some lowlife underling insult her like that? Tell your subordinate to apologize to Meg now."

"Apologize?"

I burst out laughing. With Gordon staring at me in disbelief and Megan screaming, I swung my fist, punching him square in the face. "Megan, I'm formally notifying you that our engagement is over."

With that, Brent and I walked out of the wedding venue. Thanks to Megan's celebrity status, the story quickly shot to the top of the trending charts.

"Megan Mills sacrifices to satisfy Samuel Weston's kink out of love."

"Top actress' wedding drama blows up! The suspected heir of the Weston family has a cuckold fetish!"

As more and more vile comments flooded in, all I could do was laugh at the absurdity of it all. The person I'd cherished and pampered every way I knew how had publicly humiliated me, turning me into the laughingstock of the entire internet.